He was as jumpy as a baby kangaroo who had just returned from romping stomping karate class.
She was uncomfortable like a piece of Jell-O being gummed by a hundred year old.
She is as peaceful as water flowing into a lake without leaving a single ripple line.
He is as brave as a tiger hunting for prey, fearless in the jungle. Nikki Alcon
Personification: When an inantimate thing performs human activities
The tree waved
The marker vomited color on the board making a disaster.
The McDonald’s hamburger salsa danced so much in my stomach that it made me puke.
Onomatopoeia: Sound effects
Criick-craaack - Criick-craaack
Whoosh!
Metaphor: Compare two things without like or as
August is the sun.
The fog tiptoes into the streets. It walks like a great cat through the air and slowly devours the city. The office buildings vanish, leaving behind thin pencil lines and smoke blurs. The pavements become isolated, low-roofed corridors. Overhead the electric signs whisper enigmatically and the window lights dissolve. The fog thickens till the city disappears. High up, where the mists thin into a dark, sulphuro-==-089988895678us glow, roof bubbles float. The great cat's work is done. It stands balancing itself on the heads of people and arches its back against the vanished buildings. . . . (Ben Hecht, "Fog Patterns," 1922)
English air, working upon London smoke, creates the real London. The real London is not a city of uniform brightness, like Paris, nor of savage gloom, like Prague; it is a picture continually changing, a continual sequence of pictures, and there is no knowing what mean street corner may not suddenly take on a glory not its own. The English mist is always at work like a subtle painter, and London is a vast canvas prepared for the mist to work on. The especial beauty of London is the Thames, and the Thames is so wonderful because the mist is always changing its shapes and colors, always making its lights mysterious, and building palaces of cloud out of mere Parliament Houses with their jags and turrets. When the mist collaborates with night and rain, the masterpiece is created. (Arthur Symons, "The Aspect of London," 1909)
Personification: When an inantimate thing performs human activities
Onomatopoeia: Sound effects
Metaphor: Compare two things without like or as
The fog tiptoes into the streets. It walks like a great cat through the air and slowly devours the city. The office buildings vanish, leaving behind thin pencil lines and smoke blurs. The pavements become isolated, low-roofed corridors. Overhead the electric signs whisper enigmatically and the window lights dissolve. The fog thickens till the city disappears. High up, where the mists thin into a dark, sulphuro-==-089988895678us glow, roof bubbles float. The great cat's work is done. It stands balancing itself on the heads of people and arches its back against the vanished buildings. . . . (Ben Hecht, "Fog Patterns," 1922)
English air, working upon London smoke, creates the real London. The real London is not a city of uniform brightness, like Paris, nor of savage gloom, like Prague; it is a picture continually changing, a continual sequence of pictures, and there is no knowing what mean street corner may not suddenly take on a glory not its own. The English mist is always at work like a subtle painter, and London is a vast canvas prepared for the mist to work on. The especial beauty of London is the Thames, and the Thames is so wonderful because the mist is always changing its shapes and colors, always making its lights mysterious, and building palaces of cloud out of mere Parliament Houses with their jags and turrets. When the mist collaborates with night and rain, the masterpiece is created. (Arthur Symons, "The Aspect of London," 1909)